Redwoods. Northern California. It is early. It is humid. Sleepy sun slowly comes through the clouds. Fog hangs low; covers the treetops. Although, at first not much can be seen, in the course of the day ‘giants’ emerge. Proud and majestic. Totally indifferent to people’s presence. Those, on the contrary, often stop and lift up heads, hoping to ‘tame’ one of them. To hug their peace. To hear their silence.